Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.